Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Morris Baddonov and Nattie/plus Alexa with a bowl of mixed nuts watching Melrose Place, with a copy of Shrimphouse Forum Readers' Letters on her knee.



What a way to heat-up the "usual suspects" of the Raw Women's Division, and also interesting to see they took center stage, partly thanks to the remnants of a  "breaking news pop" from earlier with Becky's pregnancy.  But we have a legitimate physicality-modeled championship feud, with it not just a mugging by the larger athlete, but instead another level of interest added.

Meanwhile, New Yorker Christian Cooper gets big cred for getting footage of an altercation with a stranger, in Central Park, that could have went really bad for him, thanks to some bad behavior from the other party.  I used to go to Central Park and get burgers and crinkle-cuts, but I never had a bad experience, which I guess might be part of white privilege, as Cooper's race figured large in his incident.

A bit of kayfabe.

Alexa, my patron of Bliss, was overly sexualized by a non-company commentator recently.  She shined the guy on pretty good, but really, he was just projecting his own sexuality on her work.  And she certainly does perform usually at a high level and do some moves of advanced difficulty, trying to elevate her in-ring work since her time as a "place-holder" champ or a "flavor-of-the-month" champ previously.  She's taking the basic treading-water of the division ranks to elevate her repertoire, which overall gives a lot of legitimacy to the rank and file in the Women's Division.

But she can't help being so darned pretty.

But at the same time, I'm still butt-hurting over the WWE hiring a pretty girl, putting her on the payroll, THEN trying to teach her to wrestle.  And some know who I'm talking about, even though some of us cheer her on when we should probably catcall and harass her off the stage.  We note that happened during the "women's revolution" which marred the whole thing, imho.

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